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Premium Member The Flaming Torch

It is so hot outside that the Statue of Liberty has put her torch down
And the torch has been extinguished
Underneath the New York Harbor, the flame is subdued.
Imbued, and the glue which holds this city together.
We still stand tall as her torch falls
Amidst the heat and the summer blues
Gathering our strength as New Yorkers
Resilient, we stand with an inner spark 
That makes us distinguished and cannot be extinguished!
Underneath the sun that swells to its cusp 
And musters up shining light, covering the city in every corner!
It is so hot outside that our inner spark sparkles like firecrackers 
Unable to be contained, we move and cannot be obliterated 
By the sole whims of the magnificent sun!
We will live on and on with a shining light undone!

A Thwack

On the bus we heard a thwack;
The driver kept on going.
I couldn’t really see out back,
But soon, the bus was slowing.

The driver stopped and went to check.
A vehicle, parked double,
Had had his mirror hit the deck;
Our ride could be in trouble.

One woman left the bus and yet,
The rest of us just waited.
No one began to moan or fret,
Our outcome not debated.

A minute passed and he returned
And shrugged, “That car skedaddled.”
If there’s a lesson to be learned:
New Yorkers don’t get rattled.

A Smattering of Seeds

A bagel worth its salt should have
A smattering of seeds,
‘Cause sesame or poppy
Is what every bagel needs.

A pumpernickel, though, requires
Caraways mixed in
And those that we call “everything”
Most always score a win.

To anyone who orders “plain,”
I have one thing to say:
(And do not get me started
On blueberries in the way)

I understand some seed-o-phobics
Think that they deserve
A bagel in its purest state,
But what you might observe

Is most New Yorkers find that seeds,
And more than just a smattering,
Are what, with New York water,
Make our bagels really mattering.


Cawfee and a Bagel

There’s a gingerbread contest each year
Where iconic New York scenes appear.
It’s impressive to see,
With each prize nominee,
How creative folks are around here.

First the Statue of Liberty sat
And the Brooklyn Bridge right after that,
Plus the Chelsea Hotel,
Chrysler Building as well,
All within the New York habitat.

Still, my favorite creation by far
Had no building, no bridge, boat or car,
But a real breakfast treat
Most New Yorkers might eat
Which, to me, in this show, was the star.

‘Twas a take-out container of joe,
Which the locals call “cawfee,” you know,
Plus a cream-cheese filled bagel
Someone did finagle
From gingerbread, just for the show.

I don’t know if it won the first prize,
But it brought much delight to my eyes,
So hats off, Juliet,*
For I’m sure, I would bet,
From your project much joy did arise.

*Juliet Galea, the artist

Premium Member A new Cardinal in Town

 Gosh! New York has a new Cardinal, missing you Dolan already. Another Chicagoan. Just like the Pope. Well, I welcome this new addition. Hope he's full of ideas and changes. We need it. He's handsome, ladies restrain yourselves. Again I welcome him with open mind and arms. Like I said we need change. Cardinal Hicks, New Yorkers are in need of change. And we welcome you. Did I say, he is handsome too! On my next visit to the Cathedral, perhaps, I'll stop in, and meet him in person.

                                                     Welcome, welcome Cardinal Hicks

The New York Public Library

The New York Public Library’s
A lovely place to visit.
The main branch Beaux-Arts building
Is a landmark most exquisite.

In addition to its majesty,
Exhibits are displayed,
Which New Yorkers rarely think about
When plans are being made.

I don’t know why, for there are treasures
Waiting to be viewed.
In one case, there was Pooh Bear, 
Where most children’s eyes were glued.

Charles Dickens’ writing table
And his calendar and chair,
Plus a baseball signed by Brooklyn Dodgers 
All are set up there.

A special exhibition
Was the draw that lured us in,
Celebrating the New Yorker
And its hundred year-old spin.

And one final must-go reason –
There’s a gift shop worth a look.
You can spend the day enjoying all
And never touch a book.


Trump New-Yorked

Mamdani-Trump when played cricket,
Trump opted, full of hate to bat.
A few Yorkers were forked
Out, and Trump was New-Yorked!
Which, opened for him a flood gate 
Of setbacks-- quite a few--
By taking not a clue,
Would he invite destiny's date?
___________________________ 
Happenings |15.11.2025 | USA, humour, political 
Note: Not only Mamdani as New York mayor, but a few other democrats/socialists won against republican candidates supported by Trump. His own approval rating also dwindling fast. Public demonstrations against his policy measures, court rulings against tariffs, and more. Would he complete his four-year term?

Enthusiasm in the Air

The runners run, New Yorkers cheer
And all are happy to be here.
Enthusiasm’s in the air;
We all pitch in to do our share.

We shout, we clap, we ring our bells
And output from the sidewalk swells
Each time a runner lifts his arms
To seek support from watching swarms.

Today, to ratchet up the vibe,
The sun beams down and I’d describe
This autumn weather as ideal
For all who cheer or run to feel.

I love this annual event
And from the crowds, it’s evident
That all who gather for this race
Will bask in this, New York’s embrace.

Premium Member 42nd STREET

When and how
The great White Way
NEW YORK CITY
Broadway Extraordinaire
On the street start
Refreshing and dazzling
Dancing up Broadway from 34th Street
Finding Times Square
Through the Autumn Rain
Music uplift
Entertainment high
Overhead lamps brightening our way over the evening sky
Enchanting Broadway and I
New Yorkers who make New York, New York
Almost at the Broadway Theater
I can hear applause in the distance
As I enter it becomes an instance
Through the aisle and onto the stage
It’s time for 42nd Street amaze
Quick change into costume
Showtime get along
Singing voice of one with soon to be of many
Music upon music carefully rehearsed
The Broadway streets to stage
We found out way to 42nd Street
Under spotlight eyes
Beyond the buses and subways
Path to show biz
Entertainment
Comes with commitment
42nd Street assurance
Audience influence
Embracing talent
Applause approval
42nd Street

Why New Z Yorkers Talk

What Can't Functions

Divert
Divert to 
Diversion bill of assembly program text
Fault line
At fault line
At fault line data structure 
Funding language of global variables 

In hedgemony or

Supplemental grant writing policy

Development Funding and Policy
The importance of information and capability building with particular 
reference to Tonga
Russell C. Taylor
September 2018
Thesis Submitted for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy from the 
National Centre for Research on Europe at the University of Canterbury

Supply and Demand economics

Thousand Oaks California possibilities 


Exam failure in definition of policy physics theory and laws

Up on the Top

Sat on the ferryboat, up on the top,
Soaking the sun and the breeze.
Seeing the city a different way,
Like a tourist, there’s so much to please.

Cool buildings to spot and New Yorkers about,
On foot or on bikes or on skates,
With gardens and trees, dogs on leashes, as well
As the seagulls aloft with their mates.

The palpable buzz of a sweet sunny day
As the ferry skips over the waves
Casts a magical spell on the riders, which I
Would imagine most everyone craves.

Standing in Line during the holidays

When the Language Merge**

I walked into Bobby Department Store and yelled, “Where are the Jamaicans and Barbadians?” This might sound a little strange to most people; however, it’s that time of year when all the languages and dialects merge, accompanied by the authentic accents from their respective places. Plus, there's always a bit of rudeness as people wait in long lines. Yet, amidst it all, the joy of Christmas still shines through in their voices. 

Christmas is that one time of year when you can be happy without needing a reason. I could hear conversations like, “I want to mail this barrel by next week, but I know they won’t get it before next year.” As an outsider eavesdropping on these conversations, I sometimes think, “What is this barrel they are talking about? A barrel of rum? A barrel of Jack Daniel’s? A barrel of monkeys? What barrel?” 

Yes, Bubba! That barrel is filled with gifts and food for their families on the Island of Brim. All I’d like to add is that I’m reminded that while New Yorkers say “standing online,” the rest of the English-speaking world says “standing in line.” - Jeffrey Stein Garten.

Premium Member Let the Streets Flow with Blood

     Advocate of rent control and $30 minimum wage
     Free public transportation! Zohran Mamdani’s a media-appointed Sage

         For all illegal immigrants, full privileges and rights
         Defund the police, let NYC’s streets flow with blood every night

     O, how excited New Yorkers are about this fresh-faced progressive
     They won’t dare complain about everything there will be less of

Lunch on Third Avenue

Had lunch with a friend
And we sat in the shade
In a sidewalk arrangement
The restaurant made.

I live on the east side
And she on the west.
We meet to catch up 
At each other’s request.

The corner was busy
And traffic zipped by.
With sirens and buses,
I’m not gonna lie,

The noisiness level
Was blaring and loud,
Plus bulldozers rolled
As pedestrians cowed.

Construction just added
More rat-a-tat-tats,
With shouts from the workers
In safety-type hats.

My friend and I chatted,
Our voices both raised,
Delighted to be there,
New Yorkers unfazed.

A Life in T-Shirts

Going through a closet,
I was quite surprised to find
Several shopping bags of t-shirts
That my son had left behind.

While looking at them, one by one,
I realized they portrayed
His entire growing up, through college,
Starting in first grade.

The school shirts featured P.S. 6,
Then Wagner Junior High,
With a special few from Stuyvesant,
Where high school years flew by.

Another group had characters
From movies or TV – 
Pee Wee Herman, Austin Powers
And the Simpsons’ family tree.

There was Beavis, there was Butthead
And the South Park kids, as well
As World Series shirts and Yankees;
(We’re New Yorkers, you can tell).

Favor shirts from his Bar Mitzvah
Nestled near the travel trove – 
Shirts from Scotland and from Israel,
Plus some places where we drove.

Then the final category,
From his favorite billiards hall,
Where the hours spent resulted
In those plaques upon his wall.

As a grown-up and a parent,
His collection’s surely grown,
But I love these sweet reminders
Of his younger self I’ve known.

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